Our Second Mother, Habit, Is Also A

Being Alone When One's Belief Is Firm, Is Not To Be Alone.

We Hear The Rain Fall, But Not The Snow. Bitter Grief Is Loud, Calm Grief Is Silent.

The World Is The Same Everywhere.

Only He Is Free Who Cultivates His Own Thoughts And Strives Without Fear To Do Justice To Them.

All Men Are Selfish, But The Vain Man Is In Love With Himself. He Admires, Like The Lover His Adored One, Everything Which To Others Is Indifferent.